THE KINKY POET

A poem dedicated to everyone struggling with self doubt and haters

The mantra

When you feel that wobble, you feel the on set of your self doubt, go to your nearest mirror, stare at it and shout

Take a deep breath and say "BE STRONG, BE BEAUTIFUL AND BE YOU" believe it with a passion, believe these words are true

Believe in your self worth, see the beautiful   person deep inside, let your Sun shine brightly, there is no need to hide

Yes there are others who will hurt and pull you down, push through all their bullshit, put on your Princess Crown

The reason why haters hate, is because the're just not happy with their life, so they spread hurt and hatred, they love to stir up strife

Don't let the get in your head, ignore the things they say, Believe in this mantra, hear those words each day

Let your inner strength show, be the perfect person that you are, push through your dark clouds, the Sunshine ain't that far

Just reach up high and grab it, hold it tight inside your soul, to fill your life with love and confidence, is the aim and goal

Just belive in the mantra, belive it with all your heart and mind, things will get brighter and confidence you'll find

THE KINKY POET 

The rough fuck

Grabbing you by the arm, I drag you to the bed, Ripping all your clothes off, to find your undies of lacey Red

You try to struggle you give your hardest when you fight, inside you know it's futile, because I'm fucking you tonight

I pin you down with ease, you're out matched in every way, I grab your hair to control you, tonight it's rough sex play

I roll you onto your front, i give your arse a hard good spank, I hear you call me bastard, so I give your hair a yank

I'm in charge of my slut tonight, you're just a playground for my fun, I lick my little finger and I push it up your bum

Your Red lace panties are in the way, I want to get to more, I pull them off you roughly and toss them on the floor

One finger deep inside your ass, the others go in your cunt, already you are wet and hot, I'm on a clitty hunt

I find your magic button, as I make circles you start to moan, I'm fingering you in both holes and taking pictures with my phone

After playing with you for a while, I pull you off the bed, I force you down in front of me, you're on your knees instead

I pull out my solid shaft, I guide it to your painted lips, you reluctantly open wide, then inside your mouth it slips

I order you to suck my cock, you dared to spit me out, I pull you hard by the hair, and say do you want a clout

Do you want a hand across you face, do you want to feel my sting, I suggest you take my cock in your hand and suck the fucking thing

You comply to my wishes, I take more pictures on my phone, I love looking at them later, trophy pictures of the girl I own

I sit on my favourite chair, I get her across my lap, I stroke her pretty tight ass cheeks, in between the heavy slaps

You start to groan with pleasure, I call you my dirty whore, you calls me your master, then you begs for more

I can see your pussy glistening, there's juice running down your leg, I ask you do you want my cock, I love to hear you beg

You plead for me to fuck you, so I throw you on your back, I lift your legs high and wide, my cock slides in your crack

Pounding you so very hard, I'm clawing at your ample tits, I lean forward to bite them, in my mouth your nipple fits

Sucking hard and fucking fast, I can see you wants to cum, I take another finger and push it up your bum

I know this is the magic trick, take to orgasms door, I ask you do you like that, my dirty playground whore

You tell me you're nearly cumming, I tell don't you dare, I will tell you when to cum, I fix you with "that" stare

You're bucking, twisting, screaming, "please master let me cum", I reply "not until I'm ready, wait until I cum".

I start to fuck her harder, I'm a few strokes from my end, "now bitch you can cum", soon her juice and my spunk blend

I pull my cock out of you, I leave you on the cum soaked bed, you reache out to touch me but I push you away instead

In a little while I return, we share a cuddle and a kiss, i love the rough stuff play but its the romance side I miss

We shower together, I treat you with such loving care, I carry you to our clean bed, you're laying naked there

I climb in beside you, in my arms you start to yawn, together snuggled in loves embrace, we sleep until the dawn

THE KINKY POET 

The Intruder

Late at night you're in Red lace, taking pictures with your phone, they're to send to your partner, who's far away from home

Pictures laying on your bed, the handcuffs waiting just to play, you know he will get turned on  by them, when he gets them through today

You're just about to reach for the light, when your forced upon your bed, you feel a weight upon you as a silk scarf gets wrapped around your head

You tell him you have a massive boyfriend, you expect him very soon, he laughs out loud and hisses, " I can't see him in this room".

He tells not to scream for help, or you will pay the price, he runs he's hands across your lace covered body, he whispers " very nice"

He rolls you on your back, your wrists go in the cuffs, you can only feel him but his touch reassured but rough

He pushes his tongue through your pursed lips, you try to turn away, he holds you tightly by the throat, he hasn't come to play

You respond to his kisses, he runs his hands down to your tits, you squirm with some pleasure, he knows you're liking it a bit

His hand goes between your thighs, you clamp your legs closed tight, he simply over powers you but he's to strong, you know you've lost the fight

Ha your pussy has betrayed you, your cunt is nice and wet, you're ready, wanton for a stranger, a man you've never met

His fingers find your blood filled clit, he give your clit a flick, you feel his hard cock touch your mouth, he orders you to start and lick

With reluctance you open up your mouth, his manhood slides inside, you begin to suck him slowly, as your moist mouth he starts to ride

His fingers go in deeper, juices start to flow and seep, he sucks hard on your nipples, your mouth swallow him real deep

He tells you to call him "Sir" and that he owns your cunt today, your body is he's playground and he is here to play

He gets himself between your legs, he slides himself right in, even though you have no choice, your hips rise to welcome him

Pounding on your pussy, he takes you hard and fast, you try to control your breathing but you no that it won't last

Finally you can fight no more, you succumb to his sexual will, you call him Sir and spread yourself, you allow him to take his fill

He undoes the handcuffs he pushes you down onto all fours, he fucks you from behind and calls you names, you just beg for more

You tell him he owns your cunt, that he owns your very soul, now he has your submission, he has reached his goal

He spits down onto your ass, he puts his cock right to your ring, instantly you push back, your ass takes everything

Fucking you in the ass as you stroke and finger fuck your cunt, you are getting closer, for orgasm you both hunt

Your body starts to tremble, you feel like your gonna cum, he just pounds you harder, you love it up your bum

You ask can you cum now please, you scream you're almost there, he just tell you no not yet, he pulls hard upon your hair

You squirm, you maon, you toss back your head, please "Sir" you cry out and beg, he finally gives permission as your cum runs down your leg

He rolls you on to your back, he pulls off your silken mask, your eyes adjust to see your man, he's home early from his task

With a few pulls his hot spunk shoots out, so stark against red lace, he pulls you close towards him, you share sweet loves embrace

Wrapped up in loves embrace, you kiss he holds you tight, hand in hand you snuggle,  as he owns you through the night

THE KINKY POET 

Saved

The night was full of darkened clouds, the moon gave off no light at all, who knew this would be the very night, the goth girl would give her all

Wandering alone in the dead of night, as she often liked to do, the outcast of the city, despised by the likes of you

She found herself in her favourite place high in a derelict tower, full of ancient history, its walls permeated with such power

This tower was part of a Castle, where a princess was locked away, now open to the elements, the wind howls right through all day

She sits there with her headphones, so oblivious to the world, playing with her long jet black hair, around her finger curled

Then she fills her skin chill, she knows it's not the wind, a feeling of foreboding, coming from the dark within

Pulling out her mobile phone she turns on the little light, curled up in the darkest corner was a figure of the night

She pulls out her headphones, she considers to take flight, then she hears him wimper, so she goes to help his plight

There huddled in the corner was a man curled up, defenseless in a ball, she reached out to touch him, she felt no heat at all

Cold skin and deep red eyes, his skin was pale and white, he looked just like a Vampire but she knew that can't be right

Vampires were not real, just legends, made up stories in your head, there can't be real Vampires, people living whilst they're dead

She could see the pain in his eyes, he looked starved and so un-fed, she read they fed on humans, she's sure thats what she'd read

He looked weak and helpless, without a thought she offered him her vein, the moment his teeth pierced her skin, her life was his to claim

She gave herself so willingly, never again will she be alone, all thats left of her previous life were her pictures taken on her phone

On that night he turned her, a gift from the Prince she saved, together for eternity, he became friend she always craved

So a warning to you City dwellers, don't stay out alone at night, for now there's two blood hungry Vampires, hunting for a bite

THE KINKY POET 

When the pure tames evil

The Vampire finds the Rose

In the blackest pitch of night, the Prince of darkness is on the trail, he's looking for a victim, tonight he will not fail

Then a smell hits him, a sweet fragrance fills his nose, at that moment he becomes infatuated by the girl they call the Rose

Searching through the graveyard, her fragrance fills the air, he's desperately hunting for her, he's looking everywhere

Then his keen eyes spot her, within a moment he's by her side, he would have instantly fell in love with her, if his heart hadn't already died

He's mesmerized by her eyes, her beauty's simply beyond compare, he wants to taste her life-force but all he does is stare

How can he take her virgin blood, defile this precious Rose, he can't pluck her from her life on earth, just to let her decompose

She can't live in a life of constant darkness, she belongs basking in the Sun, he knows he can't love again, if he could she'd be the one

He takes her hand so gently, with the softest cold touch he lays a kiss, tonight he will go hungry, a meal he will gladly miss

The Rose stands there terrified, but then she feels a calm, he promises to leave her be, he swears he'll do no harm

In a flash she's standing there, alone and in the dark, he may have been a Vampire but she felt his loving spark

Then from that night and for all eternity, he watch her every night, making sure she's safe and well, checking all is right

She never saw the Prince again, but inside she felt his love, little did the Rose know, he was guarding from above

THE KINKY POET 

On command

You will maintain a silence, you will do as you've been told, one sound and your get punished, this promise I will hold

Your tied spread on my rack, your master wants to play, do not make a single sound, its silence here today

My tongue runs across your thigh, your control it starts off well, the higher up my tongue goes, I can see you want to yell

Spreading your lips with my fingers, I lick around your hood, inside you're dying to let out as sigh, your masters tongue it feels so good

Lapping, flicking, sucking your juices start to flow, a little whine escapes, my annoyance I must show

A slap around your face, not hard it don't cause you pain, he says they'll get harder if he hears a sound again

Moving around your body, tied down he has control, tonight your master owns you, body, mind and soul

Kisses rain down on your face, he forces his tongue deep in your mouth, still you respond in silence as the master heads down South

Sucking on your nipples, his bites cause you to moan, now he's really angry, his disgust to you is shown

He slaps your breast so very hard, you close your lips real tight, you know he's not playing, he's feeling dominant tonight

He hisses through gritted teeth, do you not understand this command, do I have to punish you, you make me reprimand

He slides out his solid shaft, he puts it to your cunt, he pushes in so deep and hard, tonight his sex is blunt

No kindness or gentleness, he's like a monster in a rage, hungry for a victim, he's broke free from this poets page

Clawing at your body, his nails dig in real hard and deep, you bite your lip to stop screaming, his demand you must still keep

Pounding down into you, he slides to fingers up your bum, he can see your having a orgasm, he knows you want to cum

He shakes his head and whisper dont you cum until a say, I'm gonna leave you so close to ecstasy, tonight I want cruel play

He takes you to the very edge, inside you want to burst, you get angry with your master, you think come on do your fucking worst

Both your holes are being fucked your bucking with no sound, the master pushes harder, like he's drilling in the ground

Your body starts to tremble you begin to lose control, you look at him in desperation, your eyes begging to let go

Then comes his last command, now scream and just let go, your voice echos through his playroom as your juices flow

Scream of desire, you call out load your masters name, but you love to submit your body, in the silent game

Your bodies covered in bite marks, red hand prints on your thighs, your released from his rack, there's love now in his eyes

He carries you to the bed, he holds you in his warm embrace, he tells you, that your special girl, he kisses you on the face

THE KINKY POET 

Many facets of me

I'm a poet and a gardener, sometimes I'm a loyal Knight, I write about a secret Rose, who comes to me at night

In my dreams she visits, she's perfect in every way, I hate it when I wake up, I know she's gone away

For when she's here were lovers, we lay among the flower bed, my Rose of outstanding beauty, she grows inside my head

Each night she gets stronger, her self doubt just falls away, now she blossoms with self confidence, I hope it's here to stay

My Rose is nearly in full bloom, I think this poets work is done, but I'll always be beside her, so she can see the Sun

Guarding her from clouds of hate, cutting down the weeds of pain, making sure she has self belief, to protect her from the rain

No matter what i am to you, Knight, gardener or poet, one thing will never end, which ever part you need of me I'll always remain your friend

THE KINKY POET 

Your body is my playground

Go put on a sexy lacy outfit, your master wants to play, I'm feeling very horny, so go do as I say

Then come kneel before me, you can start to suck my dick, run you tongue around me, feel me hard and thick

Painted lips of desire, wrapped around my manhood tight, slowly sucking on me, you know how to do it right

Then come sit upon my lap, my fingers are hungry for your cunt, sliding past your panties, for your clit they start to hunt

Moist lips get parted, I make strokes along your pretty slit, running down your tught pussy's lips, fingers pulling at your clit

Juices come oozing from you, my lap gets soaking wet, I begin to finger you slowly but don't you dare cum yet

I own you completely, a playground where I can fuck in every hole and your job is just to please me, that is your single goal

Fingers pushed deep inside, I ram them home so deep, you begin to moan so loud, your wet pussy starts to seep

You pull your skin tight top off so I can suck your ample tits, nipples harden on my tongue, their sucked hard before their bit

I love to bite whilst fucking you, it is your masters mark, to show I've total dominance, the wild animal in me you spark

Now your ready for my cock, which hole will get my seed, you beg me just to fuck you, I love to hear you beg and plead

Over my desk I pin you, panties ripped off with just one pull, your pussy glistening with your juice and I can see you all

Rubbing my cock along your pussy, my cock soaked by your hungry lips, but then I have a change of mind, into your arse it slips

I feel you gasp and tense up, as your arse, takes me all the way, tonight I fancied anal and your master has the final say

Pushing deep, you're pushing back I've a hand across your back, my full length buried into to you, hanging out is just my sack

Finges reached around the front, playing with your clit, I tell you to join in, your hand starts reaching for your slit

Together we finger fuck you, in your playground we're having fun, I pump my cock in much deeper as our fingers make you cum

Orgasm cums in waves of pleasure, you beg me for my seed, I start to fuck you quicker, soon I'm thrusting at full speed

I ask you who owns you, whose playground does this belong too, you throw your head back panting, then words I want come through

"This is your playground master, I belong and serve just you", I hear conviction in your voice, I know these words are true

I begin pounding faster, you juices running down your leg, your asking me to cum in your arse, I love to hear you beg

Then my body trembles, I fill your arse with my creamy seed, exhausted I lay across your back, a moments what I need

I get my breath back slowly, you turn we hug and kiss, saited in that moment, your masters had his wish

To dominate his submissive, on her he stakes his claim, now it's time for aftercare, to show his love again

He leads her to the shower, he cleans her with love and care, then he dries her off so gently, he looks at her lying there

He climbs in bed beside, she lays her head upon his chest, to herself she smiles so slightly, she knows he loves her best

THE KINKY POET 

The high heels of my Mistress

Standing in my bedroom doorway, very late at night, a vision in Black leather and high heels, my beautiful mistress in my sight

Then came that certain sound, it was like heaven knocking on my floor, the clicking of her high heels, no submissive  could ask for more

I switched on my bedroom light, so I could see her in full view, dressed in leather, lace, stockings and high heels, dressed just how I dream of you

You move around my bedroom floor, my hungry eyes track you all the way, click, click go your heels, my mistress wants to play

You get close I dare to grab you quick, I pull you on my bed, I run my hands down your stockings taking care not to pull a thread

There are your Black patent High heels, with the metal tips, I run my hands on the shining leather, I brush them on my lips

Cold leather on my lips, you're a goddess in high heels, I kiss them to your ankles, you love the way it feels

Desired like the Queen you are, I pay my homage at your feet, bowing at your high heels, for a loyal Sub such as I, really is a treat

THE KINKY POET 

The Knights fight

He maybe the Queens champion, but of all the foes he's fought, is the doubt that lives inside his Rose, that haunts her every thought

She questions her worth daily, she doesn't see the Rose he sees, he tries to tell her in his rhymes, but she can't see the wood for trees

She thinks she not worthy, to be the knights pure Rose, though he can see she's amazing, from her head down to her toes

Her beauty shines like the stars, in the darkest night, her eyes brighter than the moon, only dimmed by her own plight

Her kindness warms the Knight on his coldest days, he hopes one day she looks deep within and sees the Rose he prays

Sees her own true worth, scares away her own self doubt, looks into her caring heart and sees what he often writes about

Then she'll understand why he writes, why he wants the world to know, that she is so wonderful, why in rhyming words he tries to show

Then finally she might come into bloom, be all the Rose she can, shake off all her self doubt and belive this poet man

No more worries she's not enough, as she grows towards the Sun, then the poet can rest his pen, on that day his work is done

Until that day he'll fight on, with poetry from his heart, he's ready to fight until she believes, so let the battle start

It might take forever, for her self worth battle to be won, but he'll be there to fight for you to prove you are the one

THE KINKY POET